Remember that the strength you always need lies in a smile.

Threads of silk
Your ivory skin
Faint memories of musk,
tasting infinity in your mouth
Now and then with shackles
around my strength:
Prohibit me from drowning
on your last breath

Threads of vanilla lips
My fire nymph
Licking those honey tears
of joy between your thighs
Resting beneath dawning light
Implying that this world
is neither yours or mine
 

As said by Neruda:

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,

you look like a world, lying in surrender.

My rough peasant's body digs in you

and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.


I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,

and nigh swamped me with its crushing invasion.

To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,

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